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theboydrew - no real lyrics

can’t do no real
i’m too busy popping off to get to popping pills
pull up maio mode we in the hills (in the hills yeah)
wrist so icy cold it gave me chills

now you leaving me that how you feel
i don’t wanna hear bout how you’re real
back to florida sh-t, no bradley beal
now i’m taking off, no man of steel

i’ll go kaepernick and take a kneel (take a kneel, yeah)
g for 20, you think that’s a deal
all my n-ggas ride like key and peele (take a kneel, yeah)
we so rich that we ain’t gotta steal

i’m in the wrong
talking bout my music you ain’t never heard a song
almost a year later i’m still asking what you on
i don’t get my hopes up cause i know they’ll do me wrong

every time i’m still coming out strong (coming out strong)
take a sip, only way i’m moving on
pockets deep so you know my money long (money long, yeah)
fly around, gotta find where i belong

coming at me with threats (threats)
i ain’t even break a sweat
shawty got a big head like brett (big head)
call that hoe mr. met
she was throwing neck like a vet (neck)
i ain’t get her name yet (no, no)
get the back then i jet (jet)
feet always set

fly around like the ocean
drown in the potions
mixing in emotions
counting the tokens
frown on the motions
drown like it’s soaking (drown like it’s soaking)

can’t do no real
i’m too busy popping off to get to popping pills
pull up maio mode we in the hills
wrist so icy cold it gave me chills

now you leaving me that how you feel (that’s how you feel)
i don’t wanna hear bout how you’re real (on the real)
back to florida sh-t, no bradley beal (bradley beal)
now i’m taking off, no man of (man of, man of, man of)

i might f-ck around and shoot it, michael beasley (michael beasley)
i just copped a new ‘rari with the bentley (with the bentley)
this sh-t fire but we christian so it’s holy (so it’s holy)
i did threesomes with two b-tches that sh-t’s old me (two b-tches different yeah)
you can’t copy on this sh-t it’s zack and cody (zack and cody)
i made so many of bands these b-tches know me (yeah, they know me)
i got grown n-ggas calling me big homie
i got money so you know it’s just a trinity

i got the bands for show
yeah, come on lil’ hoe
plaques, plaques you know
yeah, hits in a row
can’t be fake for show
so i don’t act on shows
yeah i got this sh-t
yeah my money just flow

i got this sh-t on my chest
hardly made my list
guap would be the only wish
she be the baddest b-tch
i went to rags to rich
i don’t hang with snitch
qb throwing, mitch
that sh-t be dangerous sh-t

can’t do no real
i’m too busy popping off to get to popping pills
pull up maio mode we in the hills
wrist so icy cold it gave me chills

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